Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malawi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.